Road Trip

The Oyster Market at Cancale

All the people staying at the monastery were astonished that we didn't have a car.

We'd considered renting a car but thought that the peace of a few days in one spot would be nice.  We weren't threatened by being stranded, it was a good exercise in enjoying one place.

Days were spent beach combing, walking through the farm, walking into town.

On Friday morning some people we'd met offered to take us to a nearby town for a visit.  We agreed.  We didn't know anything about them, didn't even know their names. 

We met at the appointed time and place and walked to a very small old car.  The man started the car, we drove off, squished in the backseat sitting on an old blanket.  We had no idea where we were going, but they told us that it was a town called Cancale near St Malo.  It is famous for oysters.

Since I'm allergic to oysters I wasn't overly excited, but figured that between an afternoon of speaking french and a drive in the country side, I'd enjoy myself.

We arrived at Cancale and the couple jumped out of the car and headed down the path.  They came back a couple of minutes later and handed us the key to their car, "in case it rains before we come back..."

The situation -- people that we don't know at all, we don't even know their names have taken pity on us because they think we're stranded and have taken us on a road trip.  Now, they've given us the key to their car.   This is not normal (in our universe) but we accepted the key and again they raced off.

We stumbled down the walkway by the ocean looking out to sea.  We finally found the market where the oyster men (oyster people...) bring in the day's catch to sell.  They had blue and white striped tents on a cement slab near the port.  Terry bought some oysters and ate them on a bench.  Then we hiked back to the car.  We decided to introduce ourselves when we returned.  I took one of my cards and wrote our names and a nice note on the card.  We got back to the car about the same time that they did and we gave them the card and had formal introductions.  Their names were Liliane and Gilbert and they were from the Charantes-Maritimes.

We drove away, visited a few more spots before returning to the monastery in time for a quick shower and dinner with the group.